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“Sounds exactly like something an incubus would say,” I complained, taking another drink from the bottle and scowling when the bottle turned up empty.
Who drank all the booze?
“You’re the demon hunter, so you’d know best. Am I a demon, Lady?” the angel posed, folding his massive arms across his grossly large chest.
My eyes narrowed on him. “Yes. The worst kind.”
Fable seemed genuinely amused I’d say so. “Oh?”
“The wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I mumbled to myself. I pointed to my eyes with two fingers, then sent them back at Fable in an I’m-watching-you gesture before another wave of lightheadedness struck me.
However-many-shots into the evening was finally hitting me all at once, and I swayed on powerful legs that’d sent many men and demons to their graves.
When Fable reached out to help stabilize me, I smacked his hand away from my hip and wagged my finger at him. “No touchy.”
The angel’s responding smile was by far the most entertained as he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Something tells me very few people see you like this, darling.”
I harrumphed unattractively and grabbed the counter to keep from falling before pointing rudely at the asshole. “You bet your annoyingly pretty face they don’t.”
Then a hiccup seized my chest, and I tottered off towards the hallway, hitting my shoulder just as I turned the corner. Muttering angrily to myself, I caught my foot next and stumbled into the angel who appeared like a ghost beside me. I nearly slid all the way down his body, my foot caught at a weird angle, before his hands saved me from going to the ground.
“Stupid shoes,” I grumbled and kicked them off. With the powerful angel’s forearms hooked under my armpits like I were his child, I pointed at my Converse and sent out a deadly threat at the offensive pair of shoes. “You’re not my favorites anymore. Traitors…”
The laughing angel stole my attention next. Cranking my head to look at him—what is this guy, ten feet tall?—I crawled up his half naked form, moistening my lips and determined to see the bastard squirm. Fable’s lustful eyes watched me the entire way, his strong jaw working. His smile faded and his stomach clenched as I rubbed my chest against his on my upward climb, making sure he felt every curve of my figure against his naked flesh.
And by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, he had.
My lips tilted impishly, knowing that look anywhere. Guess angels weren’t any different from the rest. All men were beasts.
I landed hands on his obscenely huge chest, splaying out my fingers. My hands were dwarfed by the size of his pecs.How gross.I leveled a narrow gaze on the brute. “What’s the point of being this stupidly large, huh, asshole? Does it serve a purpose?”
The muscles under my hands flexed to stone and Fable’s face came into view, ethereal eyes taking on a glint only a demon could match. “I could show you what purpose thesestupidly largemuscles serve, Lady.”
I made apfftsound with my lips, snickering to myself in a drunken haze. “Not until you show me your wings. No sexy for you, bastard. I’m a woman who knows her worth.”
The angel’s happy laughter filled the hallway again before I was lifted off my feet and carried into a room nearby. “You have yourself a deal, gorgeous.”
I smacked his chest, but it didn’t have the usual power.
As drunk as I was, the only thing I wanted right now was to succumb to the pleasures of the flesh and forget about everything with this random-ass stranger. It’d been a long time since I let myself get this drunk. The only person I trusted was Aidan to take care of me when I was off my face, and now he was dead. They were all dead, and it was just me.
Alone.
My head lolled back, the white-girl sloshed taking me to that free place inside my head where pain and sadness couldn’t live. Where the deaths of my fellow demon hunters couldn’t haunt me. Where I could forget about a certain green-eyed dream demon. Where I could satisfy my curiosity about this strange angel’s wings.
Laid out over a crazy-soft bed, Fable crawled over me, his large body somehow larger from this angle. His knee separated my legs and I brazenly rubbed myself on it, already too far gone with need to worry about what Tomorrow Lady might say about what Drunk Lady was doing tonight.
A sound rumbled from low in the angel’s chest, clearly taken off guard. “I’m starting to wonder which one of us is seducing the other, Lady.”
I scored my black-painted nails down his chest, watching in perfect night vision as his smooth flesh reddened. “Sometimes the demon hunter has to become the demon to hunt their prey.”
“Does that make me your prey?” Fable asked, his voice dropping sensuously low. “Are you hunting me, Lady?”
Giggling cutely to myself, I palmed his half-hard cock through his pants. “No sense huntin’ what you’ve already caught, Fable,” I whisper-slurred, lust affecting the rasp in my voice.
Another feral sound left the angel’s throat, his body shifting in aroused anticipation, and I raked my eyes down to take it all in. All over six feet of him.
Say what you want about my lack of propriety, but fuck, angels were good-looking bastards. At least this one was. It’d take a goddamn prude to reject a hot body like this.
